Chapter Seven
Marcus had insisted on driving Alison over to his place instead of taking her home to her apartment. Riding in his sheriff’s car and walking into his house had her feeling very much as though she were just a kid, living back at home again, being told what to do, suddenly no longer independent and responsible for just herself.
“You don’t have to organize my day, you know,” she said. “I have things to do.”
“I would feel more comfortable with you here right now,” Marcus said, “considering I have no idea what went down at that restaurant. Until I do, I want to make sure you’re not in the line of fire for any reason. Humor me, please. You know that as soon as I told your dad, he’d have been down there, bringing you back home himself. When bad things happen in this family, thing
